#ok. sorry it's ass i had to be fast cuz i have to apply for JOOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBBBBBBSSSSSSSSSSS

[cerealmonster15]

.........i had a dream last night..................

i dont remember a whole lot but here's what little i do

various characters were getting new ssrs and their 'art' [it was more like an animated sequence] had like their duo buddy with them, and one of the other guys just standing in the background lol

leona had his hair tied back in some sort of bun but i forgot what he was wearing, i think everyone was in some kind of alternate outfit

cater was the only duo buddy not fully on screen with who he was duoing, but his hand was still in frame running across leona's FACE... also he had a black glove on which i was assuming was. leonas glove. i guess. even in the dream i was like 'wait who tf is that- cater?? wait but cater doesnt wear gloves. but leona does 🤨🤔

i dont really remember who else was doing what in their own cards, but i DO remember that nobody else's had any romantic undertones. leona and cater's was just Like That for some reason

i think sebek was just vaguely there in leonas card but. in MY opinion sebek cant be anywhere with out Fully Reacting

i think ruggie and epel had a card together with someone in the background, and i think vil idia and malleus were also somewhere in this dream, but alas, the leocay is the last one that happened before i woke up so i dont really remember the rest of the dream LOL

........ok bye...........

[freakynct]

my biggest fantasy is daddy jaehyun and johnny caught me playing w myself and they punish me then fuck me w a lot of degrading ps:im shy so i want the reader to be someone whos like shy but freaky lmaoo PLS MAKE SOMETHING LIKE THIS 🥺🥺 love all of ur writings btw

i'm so incredibly sorry for taking ages to reply to this request but finally here it is! thank you so much bby ♡

you found yourself walking around the house, alone, in silence and bored. both of your boyfriends had gone to work and you were stuck home with nothing to do. you ended up laying in bed, your body looking considerably small on top of the king size mattress and you rolled around, touching the unmade sheets that still had the smell of johnny and jaehyun and suddenly images of the night before started flashing in your mind and you felt your panties soaking up from the thoughts. you let out a whiny sigh and rolled over again so you were now laying on your back, your fingers running up your thighs until they reached the hem of jaehyun's white button up which was all you were wearing today.

you felt needy and your boyfriends weren't there to satisfy you the way they did last night, so your only option was to do it yourself, even tho you were breaking a very serious rule. but for some reason that only made you more excited, your fingers feeling you up over your thin panties, a small sigh escaping between your lips. you pushed the fabric aside, letting your fingers explore between your folds, spreading around your arousal and you started circling over your clit, whimpering at the feeling of your tension being released. you imagined that it was johnny's fingers touching you instead of your own, just like he had done the night before and without realizing, you already had your two digits buried inside you, thrusting slowly against your warm walls but it wasn't enough. it didn't feel like johnny's fingers and it didn't reach nearly as deep as johnny's fingers. you whined in frustration because it didn't matter how close to orgasm you got, you weren't able to actually cum just with your fingers and that's when you realized how much your body craved the two men.

"look at this. we leave you alone for a few hours and this is what you do." you immediately stopped what you were doing as you heard jaehyun's voice and you sat up, pulling his shirt down to cover yourself, your cheeks quickly turning a bright shade of red.

"you're not gonna say anything, baby? hm? you're embarrassed you were caught playing with your little pussy?" johnny came forward, sitting on the edge of the bed and grabbing your chin to make you look at them, your head nodding, slightly.

"you should be. you're such a naughty little girl. couldn't even wait until we got home." jaehyun joined johnny on the bed and his thumb caressed over your burning cheek. "you know you have to be punished, don't you?"

"yes, daddy." your voice sounded weak and you still refused to make eye contact with them. johnny grabbed you by your arm and threw you over his lap, your ass perked up in the air and you felt jaehyun's fingers pulling your panties down.

"she's soaking. you were probably so close to cumming, weren't you slut?" jaehyun chuckled as he stared into your wet folds, glistening in the dim light of the room.

"what do you say, jae? how many spankings does this little whore deserve?" you felt johnny's hand caressing over your bum, kneading at the flesh.

"give her twenty." you whining at the sound of the number, your body squirming and your eyes desperately looking at jaehyun's, that was now squatted down in front of you. "what baby? you don't like the sound of that?" he smirked looking at your facial expressions and you shook your head. "too bad."

and suddenly you were feeling johnny's palm smacking your ass, so hard that the sound echoed through the walls. he gave you no breaks, the spankings followed one after the other and the pain was starting to sting more and more. by the 15th spanking, you had tears falling down your face and your body was starting to shake, jaehyun holding your hair in his fist, pulling your head up so he could admire you while you cried out in both pain and pleasure.

you took a deep breath when johnny applied the last smack to your ass, the skin completely red and bruised and you could feel it burning. you let your body melt onto his lap but they didn't give you much time to recover, jaehyun lifting you up and throwing you on the bed.

your eyes were kept closed but you could still feel jaehyun's fingers traveling up your slit. "i think she got even wetter with the spanking. you love getting punished, don't you slut?" and after having no response from you, jaehyun slapped your thigh, your body jolting up. "when someone asks you a question you answer. have you lost your manners too?" he tilted his head to the side and you opened your eyes to look up at him.

"no daddy. i'm sorry." you apologize and you heard johnny chuckle behind jaehyun.

"oh you will be. cuz now we get to use that little pussy of yours and you're gonna take it like a good girl, right?" johnny kneeled on the bed next to you, pulling your body up.

"yes daddy. please use me." you begged and johnny wrapped his big arm around you, pulling you close to him.

"that's my good girl. now we're getting there." he closed the space between you and drew you in for a rough kiss. at the same time that you got lost in johnny's lips you could hear the sounds of jaehyun undressing, his clothes hitting the floor aggressively. suddenly johnny ripped the shirt you were wearing open and you were pretty sure you heard some of the buttons popping off. he slid the button up down your arms and threw it somewhere on the floor, leaving you completely bare, except for your panties, but you were sure they would be gone in a few minutes as well. 

jaehyun broke the kiss between you and johnny by grabbing you and flipping you over to get you in an all fours position. jaehyun brushed the hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. "who do you want to fuck your pussy first?" you suddenly felt your cheeks burning up again, your eyes drifting away from jaehyun's gaze and you heard him chuckle. "she's getting shy." he cooed at you. "it's ok baby, i can just fuck your mouth first while johnny fucks your tight little cunt." you felt johnny's hands grabbing your hips and the tip of his cock brushing against your folds, causing you to whimper.

"i bet you're so desperate to feel daddy's cock inside you. how bad do you want it?" johnny teased his tip against your entrance and you whined.

"so bad daddy, please." you cried out and quickly felt him stretching you out, your hands holding onto the sheets. he wasted no time in starting thrusting inside you, the sound of skin slapping filling up the room. you whimpered and you were remembered of the presence of the other man in front of you, his hand grabbing your hair and pulling your head up, tapping the tip of his cock on your lower lip and you obediently opened your mouth for him to enter. you instantly wrapped your lips around his shaft and before you could start bobbing your head, jaehyun already had a grip of your head, fucking into your mouth as you gagged around him, a few strings of spit falling down the corners of your mouth. the pleasure of being filled at the same time was almost unbearable and as soon as johnny started to speed up his thrusts you knew you were about to cum. you moaned around jaehyun's cock and he removed himself from your mouth, giving you time to catch your breath.

"i-i'm gonna cum… daddy." you cried out as you felt your body shaking.

"dirty little whore. you're so desperate that you're already gonna cum." johnny groaned from behind you, thrusting even faster and it was when jaehyun shoved his cock back into your mouth that you felt the knot inside you snapping, your orgasm washing over you as you whimpered against jaehyun. you felt johnny's thrusts getting sloppy and the fact that your walls had clenched so tightly around him made him come undone as well, his seed filling you up. 

jaehyun removed his cock from your mouth at the same time as johnny and you gasped for air, your arms becoming too weak to support you, making you fall down with your face against the pillows. jaehyun went around you and his hands kept your hips in place, high in the air, as he eased himself in, subsequently pushing johnny's cum even deeper inside you. you whined at the sensitivity you were feeling, jaehyun's hips working fast and hard against you as you looked to your side to see johnny sitting in a chair, holding his now softening cock in his hand as he watched jaehyun fuck you.

"i know you can cum again for me baby, c'mon." he reached a hand around you, his fingers circling your clit quickly and you felt the burning sensation building up inside you again, your fingers holding onto the sheets so tight that your knuckles were starting to turn white. you cried out loud when you felt his tip rub against your sweet spot and soon after you were rushing through your second orgasm, your body shaking uncontrollably and if it wasn't for jaehyun holding your hips up you would have collapsed already. you felt him thrust inside you a few more times before shooting his warm liquid inside you, pulling out of you slowly and finally letting your body fall down onto the mattress, watching a mixture of his and johnny's cum drip out of. 

johnny walked over to you, kneeling beside you on the floor, his hand caressing the small of your back.

"have you learned your lesson, baby?" his voice was a lot sweeter than before and your eyes fluttered open to look at him, nodding your head and whispering a little "yes daddy". you felt jaehyun roll you over and picking you up, causing you to let out a little whine.

"it's ok princess. let's clean you up, ok?" and this is what you loved the most about your daddies. it didn't matter how hard they fucked you or how much they degraded you, at the end of the day you would always be their baby and they would always take care of you.

[hey-hey-chan]

Magic Shop - Minho

❀ Slight angst with some laughter 

❀ Warning: mentions of death/loss 

❀ Word count: 3.9K

❀ Working at your local cafe that’s always mistaken as a magic shop is quite tiresome. What happens when it’s more magical than you thought?

❀ A/N: Because i’ve been listening to Magic Shop so often ,, this idea just popped into my head I guess :// this is diff on how i imagined it but whatever that’s how life works. I actually wrote this cuz i was having a tough time and i just needed to relax and breathe. Take things slowly, the world is not as fast paced as you think and stay strong,, this was the point of this fic but it turned ,, idk man

beware i didnt proofread

“What do you mean you don’t sell magic tricks here?! I came all across town just to find something for my son! If-” I took a deep breath and gave the man a nice smile.

“I’m sorry sir, we don’t sell any magic toys or anything like that here. We’re just a cafe, I could get you a coffee-” Before I could finish, the man was waving his hands at me and stomping out of the door along with his clearly upset wife.

I took a deep sigh and returned to wipe down the tables. It was almost 10pm and the cafe was closing up in an hour, yet we barely got costumers around this time. 

I scrubbed the table harder, still upset about the event that just took place. I’d gotten similar angry people who had stormed into the cafe thinking it was some sort of magic shop. 

Ok, I guess I should’ve expected it before I applied for this job. I mean the name of the shop is called “Magic Shop”. I just assumed that people would look up what’s actually inside of the shop instead of barging in and demanding random knick knacks.

“I’m heading out first y/n, close up shop for me?” I nodded to the elderly man. 

“Yeah sure, have a nice night.” I said. He dipped his hat to me, walking slowly on his way out. For some reason, I got the courage to say “hey, what did you even name this cafe Magic Shop?” Once he turned around, I continued. “Everyone gets confused on the name anyways, wouldn’t it be easier to change?” I suggested. 

As always, the man gave me a small smile and shook his head. “I think the name of this place fits it. It’s quite magical. Magic comes to those who work here and believe int it.” Before I could ask more questions, the man said a quick “goodnight” before exiting quickly. I grumbled and returned to cleaning up shop. 

“Magical my ass. The only thing magic about here is how many people come in thinking we’re an actual magic shop without researching about it.” I whispered furiously to myself. 

As I was turned to walk to the employees room, I heard the familiar buzz which signaled that someone walked into the shop. I turned and saw a young couple walking towards me. 

Oh great, people. 

I gave them a quick fake smile and returned to the cash register. 

“Hi! Welcome to Magic Shop, what can I get for you two?” I asked nicely. The young man, about my age, smiled handsomely at me. 

“Hm, what do you want babe?” He asked to the other girl beside him. The pair looked like the perfect couple; she had light brown hair and was wearing a brown dress while the man was dressed in dark jeans and a button down. I wish I could have that once again. 

Suddenly, their perfect facade broke when the girl rolled her eyes. 

“Get me whatever.” She muttered. I almost cringed when she let go of his hand to fumble through her purse and pulled out her phone. 

I looked back at the boy and made awkward eye contact. I tried not to put judgement into my eyes but all he did was sigh.

“Um, how’s the tiramisu?” He asked looking through the clear glass. 

“The tiramisu? That’s actually my favorite, it’s SO good. Ours has a bit more rum in it than usual, but that’s personally how I like it.” I admit. He gave me a smile smirk and nodded.

“Wow, that’s cool ‘cause that’s the way I like it too. I get slightly irritated when there’s just too much coffee.” He distorted his face and shook his head. I laughed at his antics. 

“Great, so would you like that for here or to go?”

“To go please.” 

I nodded and reached into the glass to get a slice of cake. 

“AHEM!” I swear I almost bonked my head on the top of the shelf. I poked my head up and stood.

“Is there a-” 

“I can’t eat cake, I’m on a strict diet!” The girl cried out. I knew better than to get involved in relationship drama. Unfortunately, it happens a lot more often at cafes than one thinks. 

“Babe, c’mon, it’s one slice, that won’t do anything to you! Plus, you’re the one who didn’t want to choose the-”

The girl slammed her hand on the shelf, making it rattle. My eyes widened in shock.

“Stop that! You’re always taunting me and putting me down and I’m sick of it! Come back when you’re done eating your cake!” Then she turned her gaze towards me. “And when you’re done flirting with that stupid cashier!” The childish girl ran out of the cafe, taking her attitude with her. 

Once I thought she was over, she stormed back into the cafe. “Actually don’t waste your time coming back! I’m sick of you!” She screamed and ran out again.

The boy and I stood in shock for a while until he groaned and looked out the window, hoping to find her there. But instead we saw her get into a taxi and drive away. 

“Um, do you still want that cake?” I asked awkwardly. I was a cashier, I was supposed to be happy at all times. I wasn’t trained on how to deal with messy breakups...or whatever that was. 

The boy didn’t answer my question so I closed the shelf and took out a slice just in case. If he didn’t want it, then I would be glad taking it home.

I watched him slump against the chair and sigh. “You ever had any messy breakups?” His question was totally normal, yet I still felt a pain in my chest at the question. 

“Um, sorta.” I answered blandly. He raised a brow but then turned away to look out the window. He loosened his tie and relaxed.

“Yours worse than mine?” He asked hesitantly. I shrugged and put the cake behind me, assuming he wasn’t going to eat it.

“Probably, but to everyone, their breakup is always the worst.” I fiddled with my uniform. For some reason, it felt normal to talk to this boy about something I’d never been able to talk about before. 

“Yeah you’re probably right.” He fiddled with the sugar stand on the counter. “How young were you?” He asked. I hesitated, then sighed.

“I was 15. He was 17.” I noted casually, taking off my apron and hanging it up. He scoffed.

“15? That hardly counts then. How bad could it have been?” 

I felt like worlds passed by before I mustered up the courage to speak again. 

“He got hit by a car. Passed two days later.” I whispered out. The boy turned to me in shock and I knew he regret his words.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t-” I cut the boy off, not wanting to hear anymore.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. It was no one’s fault. I wish I could blame someone, but I can’t.” I muttered. 

I dimmed the lights out and looked to the boy.

“I’m closing now, so I guess our conversation has to end here.” He got the hint and stood, gathering his jacket he had taken off. 

“Hey, I’m really sorry for pushing. I guess I’ve been so full of myself lately, thinking my relationship was the worst.” He ran his hands through his hair and chuckled bitterly. “I guess I took for granted that I could just get out of the relationship if I wanted.” I shrugged and tussled my hair out of it’s ponytail.

“I guess. But you should’ve live like someone will die any minute.” 

I grabbed my keys as we both headed to the door. 

“Then, how do you live?” I paused for a moment, unsure how to answer his question.

“Like I will.” 

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“Sorry, we don’t sell cards and magic books here, sorry.” I repeated the same line once again. I flinched back once I saw the angry reactions of the people. 

“Maybe you should rename your goddamn shop then!” The kids marched out and talked bad about me behind my back. I blew out a huff of air and saw my bangs fly up. 

I frowned once I saw other people who popped into the shop walked out as well. I hate this place so much. 

“It’s your break now y/n.” I nodded to the other girl and almost ran to the back room. 

“Rough day?” My boss asked. He was an elderly man who did nothing but say ambiguous statements and made bad jokes.

“It can’t be because I saw no dogs!” He chuckled at his joke while I stared at him, wondering if he actually thought that was funny.

I instead sipped on my coffee and sighed. “Not any different from the ones before. People are still upset that we aren’t a magic shop. Maybe we should just become one so appease them.” I joked. The old man chuckled and slapped his leg.

“But that would break the purpose of this shop!” I raised a brow.

“Making a shop called Magic Shop into an actual magic shop would defeat the purpose of this shop?” 

“Yes.” He nodded. “Then it wouldn’t be magic anymore.” I gave him a hard stare and felt defeated at his words. What the hell did that even mean?

Then the man looked at me, frowning. “Hey, why aren’t you dating? I saw that boy from this morning chatting you up and you did...nothing!” He exclaimed, almost baffled that I wouldn’t flirt with cute boys.

I shrugged and drank more coffee. “Um, sorry, I only date men who wear cologne in a green bottle and sing Christmas songs in the summer time. Oh and he also has to have a pencil collection and have socks for every day of the week.” He scoffed and shook his head at my detailed response. He ignored me. 

“You’re still young and vivacious.” I was about to question to word choice but he went on. “You’re supposed to be breaking hearts and then piece them back together.” He made little sewing movements which made me break into laughter.

“Hah hah, you’re hilarious.” I spat, but with less bite than usual. I knew the old man was just looking out for me. 

He sat still in his spinny chair, saying nothing which was odd for his normal behavior. 

“You can’t let one bad experience ruin your entire life. People leave, people are lost; only you can continue to move on.” My expression turned hard at his statement, but I softened when I remember his wife had also pass not too long ago. “Sometimes all you can do is just drink tea and stare at the universe. Let the calmness fill you more than the experiences you’ve had, and that’s how you rejuvenate yourself.”

Before I could ask what that meant, he turned back to his computer and started typing again. I listened to the rhythm of his fingers hitting the keys and the sound of the people shouting outside. 

“S-sorry, I-I’m I-” I sighed and stood. The young, new girl at the cash register was too shy to tell people off and was always terrible at staying calm. 

“Hey, let her deal with it.” He muttered. I raised a brow and pointed at the door.

“Do you hear her? I’m afraid she’ll have a panic attack in front of all these people.” I said harshly. 

“She needs to get stronger.”

“Well, some people are already strong.” I retorted. He held his fingers to his lips and pointed outside. I listened on to the commotion outside.

“Sorry we don’t sell magic stuff here! Go somewhere else and buy it!” I heard the dainty and shaky voice yell. I heard the buzz of someone leaving the cafe and I knew they left. 

I looked over at the older man and he smiled. 

“You’re never born strong, you just have to be strong sometimes.” I let his words resonate through my brain, chewing on the words. 

I sighed and turned to the door again.

“And I do hope you go on a date with the boy who visited last night.” My eyes widened and I jumped back in shock.

“W-what? How did you even know about-”

“Hey, your break is done. Tick tock.” 

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“Drink tea and stare at the universe. What the hell does that even mean?” I mumbled to myself. The shop was empty as it was almost closing time. I had to talk to myself to fill the silence. 

As I was about to walk out the door, I took a moment of silence for myself. 

“Dammit.” 

Those were the last words I said before I was sitting in a chair, sipping on some tea. It wasn’t as romantic looking as someone would imagine. I was drinking passion fruit tea and it was a bright pink. It was in a plastic cup since I was sick of doing the dishes. It was no small, dainty white cup with smoke steaming from it. It was just fruity iced tea.

Yet, the old man was right, I felt at peace. 

Until I heard a buzz come from the door. 

“Who the-” I whispered. As I turned around, I saw the boy from last night staring back at me. I froze from shock.

“Um, hey, it’s me again.” He chuckled. I nodded, taking a sip from my tea.

“Yeah, I remember.” I laughed. He held out a hand.

“Minho.” 

“Y/n.” I shook his head, wondering why the guy was so formal.

I noted he was holding flowers and raised a brow. 

“Oh these? I don’t even know, some guy just handed these to me on the streets and I didn’t have the heart to say no.” He giggled childishly. 

I felt my nose getting itchy and a sneeze about to form. “Well, I’m allergic, so, um.” His eyes widened in panic. 

“Oh, I’m sorry! Um, I should.” Before I could give him ideas, he opened the door and set them outside. “There, gone.” 

“Thanks.” I then nodded to the counter. “Want something?” He shook his head.

“Nah, I should be heading home soon. I put a roast in the oven before I left.” I scoffed at his words. Who puts something in the oven and then just leaves their house?

“Well, what did you come here to say then?” I felt his nervousness roll off in waves. I could almost expect what was coming.

“Um, well, I was just gonna ask for your phone number. But, I feel really awkward right now and usually I’m good at this and-” He stopped when I started laughing. “Look, I just wanna be friends.” I raised a brow mockingly.

“Oh wow, first last words before friends becomes something else.” Now it was his turn to raise a brow.

“Well, I wouldn’t be too upset at that.” 

I said nothing at that response. Then, I cut the boy some slack. I pulled out my phone and gave it to him.

“Here. Type yours in.” He looked at me with happy eyes and quickly typed it in.

“I’m going to be 100% honest, I had no idea what I was thinking when I was coming over here today. All I knew is I wanted to talk to you more.” I nodded.

“I get that. Sometimes you need to just go with your gut.” 

A wave of silence over whelmed us. 

“So that roast.” I nodded hurriedly. 

“Yeah, so, see you around I guess?” I turned to walk out the door, but he caught me softly on the wrist.

“Wait, how are you getting home?” He asked. 

“Uh, by bus.” 

“I’ll drive you.” I shook my head. “Oh c’mon, it’s late and I bet the last bus already left.” I checked my clock. It didn’t. 

I paused to give him an answer.

“Ok, fine, I’ll go with you.” I felt my heart burst when he smiled widely.

“Great, let’s go to my house first so I can take out my roast.” I let out a loud bark of laughter and followed him to his car.

I got in and noted his clean car. 

“It’s pretty clean.” I noted. He shook his head and nodded.

“Yeah, I used to have to clean it because Sooyoung loved it clean. But now it’s over so.” He shrugged. I patted him on the shoulder.

“Sorry, dude.” He gave me a look.

“Do I really seem that upset about it?” 

“No, but I felt like I had to do something.” He let out a chuckle and shook his head. He moved a bottle to the side to make way for my tea. 

“Sorry, I don’t know why I have my cologne in here. I hope you’re not sensitive to smells.” I stared at the green bottle and shook my head.

“Nope. My nose is strong just like my mind.” He laughed and started the car. He slipped in a DVD and pushed a few buttons. “You like DVD’s still?” He gasped and feigned offense.

“Hey, I like the feeling of DVD’s in my car.” He pressed the play button. “Sleigh bell’s ringing, are you listening?” He sang to the first line. I felt my heart drop. 

“A-are you singing Christmas songs in the summer?” I stuttered out. The car was filled with the familiar tune of Winter Wonderland which filled me of memories of snow and hot chocolate. 

The boy laughed heartily. “Yes, Christmas songs are the best songs. Also, fun fact, I’m pretty sure it’s a way to cool down in the summer. You’re reminded of snow and joy that you don’t mind the heat and sadness as much.” I scoffed at his words, but nonetheless enjoyed the song selection.

“Hey, I don’t judge man. I love it too.” I shrugged. I loved the winter time. The heat always made me insanely bored and sad. I felt no motivation to do anything, plus I had no AC. The boy gave me an odd look.

“Really now? How did your last boyfriend deal with that?” He laughed. I sighed and looked out the window. Suddenly his face dropped. “Oh shoot, I’m sorry-” I waved it off.

“It’s fine! I mean, he personally hated it, as did everyone else.” I shrugged the topic off. “Honestly, we were polar opposites, more like friends than anything romantic to be completely honest. I was a sophomore and he was a senior: it felt like we were worlds apart, ya know?” He nodded and turned into a driveway,. 

“Yeah, I get that. But that doesn’t stop the guilt does it?” He asked softly. I shook my head as he turned off the radio.

“No, I think it makes it worse honestly. Like I feel guilty that I didn’t love him the way I was supposed to.” I muttered out. The pain was so old that it felt like a residual emotion. I could live life without him, but the guilt felt so fresh.

We pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. It was a nice house for a young guy like him.

“I hope you don’t mind the mess.” He noted before unlocking the door. As the door was flung open, everything was fairly neat. There were a few blankets and papers sprawled over the place, but that wasn’t what caught my eye. 

“Is that...a pile of pencils?” I asked quietly. He looked behind himself and saw what I was staring at. He laughed sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck. 

“Oh yeah, um, I’m actually a college professor. What people don’t know is that the pencils these clumsy children leave behind are MINE.” He laughed maniacally and I couldn’t help but bursting into fits of laughter as well.

“Wow, I guess I’ll never drop my pencil in your class then.” He rolled his eyes. He stepped into the kitchen and pulled out the roast that looked magnificent. 

“I have a feeling I would give yours back though.” He gave me a sly smile and dusted his hands off. I rolled my eyes at the man, yet blushed anyways.

“So, what school do you teach for?” I asked. His eyes lit up at the question.

“Oh, I taught at Korea University actually.” Damn, this guy must be smart. Then I realized something.

“Korea Uni? Isn’t that pretty far from here?” He nodded and sighed. 

“Yeah, actually, despite the pay being really good, I just felt like the school wasn’t for me. So the reason why I’m here actually is I applied for a job at a local college here. The pay isn’t much less, plus it’s much more cooperative with the students.” I nodded in awe. 

“Wait, why do you have a house here then?”

“Oh, this is my parent’s. They’re out of town so they let me use it. Hence the scattered mess. I’ll have to clean it before I leave.” I nodded, fiddling awkwardly at my fingers. 

“That means if you don’t get the job...you’ll have to leave.” I muttered sadly. He nodded with a long sigh.

“Yeah...but let’s just both hope I get the job.” A wave of silence ran over us, but was quickly ended by the boy. 

Minho stared at the roast and then back at me. “Hey, do you wanna stay for dinner?” 

Usually, I would feel compelled to say no. But I looked at how big the roast was, and sighed.

“Sure.” 

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I leaned over the counter boredly as work was slow today. Almost no one was here except a few stragglers who came in to get a coffee or something. Also, there was a few people who came in thinking this was a magic shop. I hope one day I will be able to say yes. 

“Y/n, good morning.” The older man walked in and tipped his hat at me. I gave him a small smile and tipped my visor back. 

“Morning, boss.” 

“Slow day?” I nodded furiously. “You know what they say about slow days? Those are the best days!” I scoffed at that remark.

“No, no one says that.” 

Work was so slow that I actually had time to brew myself a coffee and drink it, trying to stay awake during my shift. As I was dozing off, I heard a buzz come through the door. I shot up from my chair.

“Hi, wel-” I stopped my sentence when I saw the familiar boy in front of me. I scoffed and tilted my hat up. “Welcome to Magic Shop, how can I help you?” His eyes were bright.

“I got the job.” He stated randomly. I squinted my eyes at him.

“W-what?”

“I got the job! I’m staying here for until a long time.” He laughed at that sentence but I was so happy for him.

“Oh my gosh, that’s awesome. I would hug you but I’m on shift.” He shrugged and gave me a small smirk.

“Don’t worry, I think we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.” He then started to back away and moving to out the door. “I need to head to a meeting now, but, I’ll see you tonight? Maybe? I’ll probably be here before you close.” I laughed and nodded.

“I’ll be here.” I called out. He gave me one last smile before he exited the place, leaving me in a girlish frenzy.

“Huh, I guess this place is magic after all.”

“TOLD YA SO!” 

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The Summer in Georgia

Chapter 17. They Got Along Swimmingly

Overall, Daryl was pleased with the way the night ended the night before. They all chit chatted about various things; work, Isabella’s school, New York, Lori and Shane and the upcoming dance. Rick and Charlie discussed Deputy Glenn Rhee’s future with the department and whether he should ride with a partner or not. The three men finally learned about Isabella’s plans for the future and what she planned on doing with her education. Rick talked about Lori and Shane and the fact that she had been gone for four months, but it seemed like a life time. None of them could believe that Shane had used him as a reference when he applied to Atlanta P.D. Charlie and Rick told Daryl a story about the time they went to New York and got lost in the Bronx after a Yankee game. They said they’d never been so scared in their lives, but ended up being rescued by a 6’5” transvestite named, Shoo Shoo Fontain and Isabella filled them all in about what to expect for the dance.

The tension between Daryl and Charlie was thick. Dirty looks and sarcastic remarks between them, had Isabella feeling uncomfortable. She wanted to know what was going on, but didn’t want to pry. She had no idea that she was the reason for their animosity. When Daryl went to the kitchen and brought back the Ben & Jerry’s with one spoon and proceeded to share it with Isabella was the last straw for Charlie and he called it a night. After he left, Rick talked to Daryl about what happened. Daryl told him about the words, he and Charlie had in the kitchen. Rick explained to Daryl that he thought Charlie really liked Isabella, that she wasn’t just another girl to him and that he was pretty hurt by the way Daryl handled the whole situation. He told him that he should have been honest and upfront with Charlie about his feeling for Isabella. Daryl scoffed, he told Rick that Charlie had a million girls and besides, Isabella had asked him to the dance, not Charlie. Rick just shook his head and patted Daryl on the shoulder, he told him to fix things with Charlie, because he didn’t want to be put in the middle of a lot of petty bullshit. He then thanked Isabella for a wonderful dinner, excused himself and headed up to bed.

Daryl told Isabella that he was going to head home. He thanked her for dinner and told her he’d be back tomorrow and they could start her swimming lessons. She was thrilled. She thanked him for the ice cream, then kissed his cheek. After she kissed him, she lingered for a minute, he moved his head toward her and nuzzled her forehead with his cheek. She could feel his whiskers on her face and it made her flush. She wanted to kiss him so badly. After he did it, he realized that what he had done and got embarrassed. He turned red, said ‘goodnight’ and practically ran out the door. She smiled and felt her face where he had nuzzled her, then headed off to bed. She dreamt about making love to him all night. She woke up out of breath and sweaty, she’d never felt so sexual before. Isabella thought back about that morning he woke up with the erection. She knew that Daryl was the one she wanted to be her first… and last and all the in betweens. Isabella was in love and she hoped that Daryl felt at least half for her as she felt for him. She couldn’t wait to be in the pool with him, they’d be close, body to body. She hoped.

Rick was leaving, when Daryl walked through the front door. Saturday was his long shift this week and he asked Daryl to stay with Isabella until he got home. Of course, Daryl had no problem with that. Rick grabbed his badge and gun and hollered ‘goodbye’ to Isabella and was out the door. Daryl peeked his head inside the laundry room to find her folding bath towels. She didn’t see him at first, so he watched her for a minute or two. Her hair was straight and tucked behind her ears, she was wearing a pair of blue jean short shorts and a faded, tight fitting, little red tank top. She was barefoot and she was beautiful. Isabella had her new iPhone sitting on the dryer and ‘I Was Made for Loving You’ by Kiss was blasting out of it. She was moving her hips back and forth and singing. Daryl was turned on, she looked so sexy. He didn’t want to scare her, so he made a noise to get her attention. She jumped and when she saw him, she started laughing.

“How long have you been standing there?” An embarrassed Isabella asked.

“Long enough to see you move those hips.” Daryl replied. “Aren’t you a little young for Kiss?” He asked.

“It’s classic rock, silly. Classic is something of lasting worth or has timeless quality. It’s ageless, it’ll stand the test of time.” She stated.

“Ok, college girl.” He kidded. “At least ya’ have good taste in music. Ya’ ready to swim?” He asked.

“Absolutely! I’m done here, I’ll go change. Aren’t you going to change?” She asked, looking him up and down.

“Ya’ tryin’ to get me outta’ my clothes?” Daryl said with an arched eyebrow.

Isabella blushed and then boldly said, “You shed yours and I’ll shed mine.” She couldn’t believe she just said that, but she held her ground. Daryl smiled coyly and then chuckled uncomfortably. “Well? Whatta’ ya’ say Dixon?” she finished.

“Huh, huh, huh…” he laughed. “I SAY we’re getting’ into dangerous territory here.” He winked and said, “I’m gonna’ change in the bathroom down the hall and I’m lockin’ the door.” Then he started down the hall.

“Chicken!” Isabella yelled after him. What had come over her, she’d never flirted like that before. She giggled to herself.

“Alright, I’ll leave the door unlocked.” He yelled back then disappeared into the bathroom. Isabella giggled then went to change herself.

When Daryl came out of the bathroom, Isabella was already getting in the pool. He opened the back door roughly and yelled.

“What the fuck do ya’ think yer doin’?”

Isabella looked up surprised. “You scared me.” She said shakily. “I was just getting used to the water.”

“Get the fuck out now!” He yelled. “Go on, get out!”

Isabella’s eyes started to tear up as she got out of the water. Daryl saw this and felt terrible. He tried to calm himself, so he could explain.

“Uhh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean ta’ yell at ya’. Don’t cry, please!” Daryl said sweetly.

“Why did you yell at me Daryl? You scared me.” Isabella said wiping her eyes.

Daryl walked over to her and put his shaky hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him with her big blue eyes and that made him melt. If he were angry before, it had all been washed away by her sweet expression.

“I… I don’t want ya’ gettin’ in the water when I ain’t around. No, I don’t want ya’ near the water when I ain’t around. Somethin’ could happen to ya’ and… well, somethin’ could just happen to ya’ is all.” He explained with concern.

“You’re worried about me?” Isabella said with a tiny smile on her face.

“Nah, I just don’t want nothin’ ta’ happen to ya’, that all. Promise ya’ won’t go near the water when I ain’t out here to keep an eye on ya’. I don’t want ya’ even layin’ in the sun out here, if I ain’t here, ok?” He said.

“You are worried about me. Does that mean you kind of like me?” Isabella teased.

“No! I just don’t want Rick blaming me if he loses his house cleaner. He’d probably make me take yer place and I ain’t a good housekeeper. Ya’ saw my house.” Daryl said smiling.

“Uh huh! If you say so.” Isabella said smiling back.

“Promise me, rabbit. I mean it.” He insisted.

“I promise Daryl. You’re not getting rid of me that easy. You are taking me to that dance whether you like it or not.” She laughed.

Daryl nodded. “I know, I know. Ya’ can get in the water now and hey, don’t cry no more, ok? I don’t like it.” He said sweetly.

Isabella made her way back into the water. In all the fuss, Daryl hadn’t even been able to check her out in her bikini. He stood at the end of the pool and took it all in for a minute. ‘Damn, she’s fine. This is gonna’ be fun.’ he thought.

He kicked off his slides and came down the pool steps into the water.

“Damn! It’s fuckin’ cold in here.” He exclaimed.

Isabella laughed and then she noticed he still had his t-shirt on.

“Aren’t you going to take off your shirt?” She asked.

“Nah!” He answered.

“Why not?”

“Cuz, I just don’t wanna’. Ok?” he said somewhat annoyed. So, she just shrugged her shoulders and let it go.

‘He sure is moody.’ She thought and then splashed Daryl with cold pool water.

“What the fuck? Ohhhh, yer gonna’ get it.” He said charging toward her.

She screamed, but kept splashing him. When he caught her, he picked her up and swirled her around, her back to his belly. She was wiggling trying to get free, but his arms were wrapped around her, pinning her arms down. She finally broke free, but he didn’t let go, instead he pulled her toward him until they were face to face. His big arms were around her tiny little waist, he pulled her in closer. She wrapped her legs around him and brought her arms up and rested her hands on his shoulders. They just stopped moving and stared into one another’s eyes. Both their hearts were racing. Daryl was rock hard, he pulled Isabella in a little bit closer so he could feel her against him. Isabella could feel his erection against her, it sent a bolt of lightning down her spine. ‘Kiss me, kiss me, damn it.’ She thought. All Daryl wanted to do was smash his lips into hers, he wanted to drag his hands from her waist down to her ass, so he could thrust against her easier, but he just stood there holding her. He was frozen with fear. ‘This is going too far!’ he thought. ‘It’s too fast.’ He told himself. ‘But I really want this.’ He argued. One of them had to do or say something, so Isabella broke the ice.

“Are you still cold?” she whispered. Their faces were just inches apart.

Daryl squeezed her gently, while closing the gap between them, he whispered back, “Nah, I’m good now.” His lips touched hers and it was electric. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but very lippy. It was moist. He moved his hands down to her ass and she brought hers up and cupped his face. The kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity, they were both lost in it. Isabella’s head was spinning, she felt drunk and it was the best feeling in the world. He was about to beg her mouth for entrance with his tongue when a car door slammed. Daryl quickly pushed Isabella away. She was confused.

“What’s wrong?” She asked surprised.

“Someone’s here, get outta’ the pool.” Daryl said sternly.

Isabella was confused, two seconds ago they were locked in a passionate kiss and now he was giving her orders. His demeanor had totally changed. She made her way to the steps and got out of the water.

“Who’s here?” She asked.

“Dunno’.” He answered, wrapping a towel around his waist, trying to hide his diminishing erection.

The French doors opened and out walked Charlie, he was holding a bouquet of daisies.

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